Jessy Capelletti

Wellington
New Zealand

About Me

Name: Jessy Capelletti
Birthday: 16 July, 1978
Height:
5 feet 11 inches
Weight: Not a fatty! (seriously)
Hair: Black and Brown, shoulder length
Eyes: Brown,
Likes: Writing Poems, Graphic Designs, Dancing, Girls, Boys, Music, Shopping, Movies, Sports, Other T* Girls.
Dislikes: Ignorance, Closed minded people, People that do stupid things and don't realize it, Liars.
Favorite Outfits: Mini skirt dresses. 
Favorite Shoes: Comfy high heels.

Jessy

Well, in case you weren't sure who I was, I'm a 36 year old T-Girl. I love being a girl, I'm not full time yet, but I soon will be when I can afford to FINALLY move out! I'm single at the moment but I'm kinda liking it right now.

In my imperfect world, everyday becomes the challenge. There are only a few willing hearts to hear my lifes " struggle-cry ". I know instinctively that some folks wonder why I would " choose " to be this bizarre. I used to. It is important for me to fulfill my destiny, find my truth, discover my worth. The society at large, including my tolerant family will never understand my daily struggle to maintain an acceptable society "face" ... MY TRUTH ... my true "face" will never be accepted by the majority. But, it will have to define me. It will have to deal with me, because I am a wonderful, loving and caring T-girl ... and that, ain't ... BIZARRE! I am, what I am, who I am . . . 100%!

 

Yours

Jessy Capelletti 


 Poem My Lady

My lady's presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush
for shame.

The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this
envy bred.

The marigold the leaves abroad
doth spread,

Because the sun's and her power is
the same.

The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart
to shed.

In brief: all flowers from her their
virtue take;

From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eye beams
doth make

War mouth the ground and quickness the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watershed
the flowers,

Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.

Wellington
New Zealand